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bumping with a few to start off

>>7669653
BLACKBLACKBLACKBLACKBLACKBLACK
DICKSDICKSDICKSDICKSDICKSDICKS
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>>7669653
roasty toasty rode a horsie
had a man but couldn't keepie;
she put a horse cock in herself
cut it off and put it on a shelf.

roasty toasty rode a horsie
had another and didn't lovie;
roasty learned to bitch and moan,
then she never had to take out a loan

>>7669673
You suck at poetry.

>>7669667
I am the sky,
And I am the sea,
I am whatever you wish me to be;
And if you wish I be the land,
I'll create a beach and be your sand.

>>7669653
>Lady Godiva loved the shit out of her black stallion. He had the largest cock in the stable. She rode him past the jealous peasants whenever she had the opportunity, showing off the contrast of the stallion's gigantic phallus against her small stature. One day, a man tossed a rotten tomato at her, shouting "WHORE". To this, she ripped off her clothes and hugged tight the bulging neck of her beloved steed, before charging off to their love cove.

>>7669777
you just don't get it, roastie

>>7669777
I've written better poems than that. I'm just not going to bother trying for some thread on /lit/.

>>7669777
ROAST
BEEF

>>7669653
Awoken Unexpectedly


Black with swimming
grey—
mist? ash?
Your breath on the window
with fingerprint trails pointing
up?

Red phoenix feathers wilt into
rough smoke swirls together
making shapes, collapsing,
making shapes.
A catch of moon or starlight
in the corner

Her leg curled around him—
a pale bolt into the darkness
curving its way
towards feet, sheets,
ground beneath. With the
electricity in the air,
he stirs, she is
stirred

The fierce brightening is
what’s important here.
In the scramble there are
accidental limbs.
There is definitely passion—
or at least excitement

He gasps her up and
darts outside, the horse’s forelegs
curl and flex—ready
to buffet the road below.
He rears and muscles shine
like metal in the fire

Seeing is believing.
Her eyes are closed tightly.
His eyes are wild
and blank.
He is grasping frantically
towards the light—
maybe not to safety
but to
something

>>7670607
Nice work anon

>The fierce brightening is what's important here
I think you could word this differently to take away this sort of "objective lens" that's forced on the reader here by "is what's important here"

>Seeing is believing
Just a little cliche imo, I think you can do better

>definitely
>followed by at least
Sort of a strange contrast, I don't think it works too well.

Aside from that your images are very good and you have a nice touch with form.

>>7670681
Thanks for the advice.

>The fierce brightening is what's important here
I need something to soften the jump from the buildup (first 3 stanzas) to the action (last 2).
I'll keep working on it.

>Seeing is believing
You're right, removed the line.

>definitely
>followed by at least
I'm going for a little bit of confusion, but because the listener is removed from the action (especially with the "fierce brightening"), it might be a bit much.

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go ahead

>>7669657
Eternity's flocks have landed I see
Once again that soft frost cushion;
The feathers of a frozen stampede -
Here to make something of that ocean.

Flirting once again I see -
And why?
They despise you by their claws.
Scar of the deeps -
rejected by the sect -
Eternities shall drown within you.
Crow, death,
Man, ocean -
Raise a wave?